…I stepped out of John Dory onto Broadway, looked south, and heard a voice behind me “nice hair!” I turned to find two cougars finishing their cigarettes. I thanked them, they smiled and stepped back into the bar.
After which, Sasha introduced me to his friend Tom, who’d taken his first Square transaction earlier in the day—a wholesale batch of his artisanal tonic.
The St. Louis City Museum is a giant multi-story jungle gym for kids and adults with claustrophobic mazes, chutes and stairs, wire tunnels arching 50 feet off the ground, a ferris wheel and a school bus hanging off the roof of the building.
People are wed there, and people live there.
The space is constructed—perhaps grown—like a epiphyte on an old St. Louis building, entirely from reclaimed pieces of the city. It has an authenticity that transcends its entertainment value—I hope to visit every time I am in this city.
Last day in paradise—we kicked it on the beach for ObamaWatch ‘08, boarded, hiked through a bamboo grove and stand of really tall beautiful pines, found a swimming hole with a waterfall, a rock water slide and a rope swing. Went to the Pali lookout, had pupus and absinthe, and stayed out on the beach until three in the morning.
I am seriously behind on my music consumption. Toof and Dan’s unread postings in my feed reader are stacking up, I’m a week late (and counting) delivering a mixtape for July, and mainly just enjoying large quantities of doing nothing on the island.